Propriety....

Hearing these two words, Zhao Zheng's heart trembled.

Fifty years of solitude, there are still rules.

Even, strictly abide by the rules.

Zhao Zheng did not rush into the city, he waited outside the city, he had to abide by this rule.

The old pawn said "General Gong", indicating that Gong Qingshan was still there, which also made him feel relieved.

Even if Gong Qingshan does not want to belong to Daqian, in essence, the purpose of both parties is the same, they have to fight Hu Ren, even if they are not subordinate, they can cooperate to do his vote.

Not long after, Gong Qingshan came.

is not like a heroic general, and he can't see the shadow of the famous Northern Sword Gang, just a little old man.

The head is a little small, and it is almost shrunk into the shoulder blades, like a child wearing a big helmet.

The beard and hair are all white, and the deep-set eyes are a little sluggish, looking a little listless.

Lost in spirit.

Even... Lost momentum?

Zhao Zheng couldn't figure out Gong Qingshan's cultivation in his heart, not only his appearance, but also his strength was like an ordinary old man.

If this is all in one go, and the cultivation is lost, it will be a bit troublesome.

Gong Qingshan was followed by thousands of soldiers, all wearing armor.

To be honest, it was the first time Zhao Zheng had seen so many people wearing armor, which was more old-fashioned than the one on his own.

However, these people basically have cultivation in their bodies, and the worst is the seventh grade.

Also, if you can survive the brutal siege of the Mengren, and defend the lonely city for 50 years, your cultivation is not far off.

It may not be able to keep up with the physical strength, but the seven-grade cultivation is hard.

Gong Qingshan spoke, his voice was old, and he was even a little short of breath: "I haven't seen the soldiers of the Han family for many years, dare to ask the general, did the king send troops to support?" ”

The old pawn behind him trembled, and the old general finally asked what they wanted to ask the most.

Isn't it, our reinforcements from the North Starling are back?

Everyone burst into tears.

"Look at this armor, it should be a new type of armor, right? I'm so envious! ”

"When Lao Tzu goes back, he has to get a set too!"

"Fifty years, who knows you!"

"Now it should be His Highness in charge, His Highness has always been lenient!"

"His Royal Highness was also twenty-eight that year, maybe..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Even if we don't issue armor, we've been soldiers for fifty years! These fifty years of salary, everything must be handed down! ”

"Hehe, that's fifty years of money! That's enough for me to spend seventy or eighty years! ”

"It's still seventy or eighty years! Are you in your sixties and expecting to live to be a hundred years old? ”

The old pawns broke their mouths, and you said a word to me.

No amount of words could hide the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

They didn't think about contacting the outside world, after Qingshan locked the city, Gong Qingshan once sent a partial general out of the mountain.

I want to see if the North Starling has succeeded in expelling the Meng people, and when will Shengle City be unblocked.

When the general left that year, he promised that he would return immediately, and that he would definitely bring good news.

But this "right away" is 50 years away.

In the past 50 years, there has been no news in every year.

Even Gong Qingshan, who couldn't help it, looked forward to it, waiting for the response of the person riding the donkey in front of him.

There are words in his mouth: "Wanxing has been fifty-seven years, and it can be regarded as a person!" ”

Wondershare....

Zhao Zheng was stunned, this was the era name used by the North Starling that year.

In March of the seventh year of Wanxing, the Meng people went south, and Shengle City was closed on a mountain.

In August of the seventh year of Wanxing, Meng people slaughtered the thirteen cities of the North Starling.

In November of the seventh year of Wanxing, Luoyi fell, and the royal family of the North Starling was slaughtered.

In the future, there will be no Wanxing Year.

Even Da Qian has experienced the Tianwu year of the first emperor and the Tiantong year of Zhao Zheng.

It's the day and year that have just been changed.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was stunned, Gong Qingshan urged and asked again: "Dare to ask the general, it's not our people from the North Starling, who are coming back soon?" ”

I don't see half of the temperament, just an old man who is eager to return home.

"The starling is gone."

Zhao Zheng raised his head and saw the northern starling flag planted at the head of the city, fluttering in the wind.

"North... The starling is gone? ”

Gong Qingshan chuckled in his heart, and the fluttering flag at the head of the city also broke.

"Not there... It's gone....."

He just muttered like that, following the devil.

The same is true of the old man behind him, as if his faith has been lost.

Even the old pawns who are broken are falling.

At that time, the Meng people went south, and they defended Shengle City.

A knife, an arrow, swear not to retreat, let every Meng person know that this Shengle City belongs to my northern starling, is the land of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

Undefeated alone, never giving up, in the past 50 years, there have been no reinforcements, no news, with the tenacity that ordinary people can't do, interpreting that there is a Shenzhou in the north of the man.

But hearing the news of the collapse of the country and the loss of the country, this group of men who have been hard for 50 years still couldn't help but soften.

Zhao Zhengyu couldn't bear it and said, "But Huaxia Shenzhou is still there." ”

This sentence made Gong Qingshan and the old soldiers cheer up again.

At least, the Meng people did not occupy the Central Plains.

Zhao Zheng did not take the initiative to mention the slaughter of the Beimeng starlings and the establishment of the country in Beimeng, but said: "Now is the first year of the great cadres in charge of the country, Tianhe." ”

"Heaven and the first year..."

"The era names have changed."

Gong Qingshan took off his helmet, revealing the silver thread of his sideburns, and laughed at himself: "Also, fifty years have passed." ”

The old soldiers also took off their helmets one after another, and their heads were gray, like snow on the mountain.

A lonely city for thousands of miles, full of white-haired soldiers.

They did not doubt Zhao Zheng's words.

In fact, everyone has a bottom in their hearts.

When resisting the Meng people that year, the combat effectiveness displayed by the Meng people was too terrible, and the northern starling poured out, and it was impossible for it to be an opponent, and it was a matter of time before the country was destroyed.

Everyone is guarding the lonely city, and there is a big green mountain to cover it, and they have not received any news.

I also gave myself a belief in my heart that the north starling is still there, and I still have to defend Shengle City.

Now this general of the Great Cadre has brought the news of the fall of the Northern Starling, which is not entirely bad news, at least the Central Plains is still in the hands of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

It's just that many people feel that their faith in their hearts is empty, they have no head, and their eyes are extremely confused.

Gong Qingshan suddenly asked:

"General Daqian, do you think this is closer to the Central Plains or closer to the sun?

Zhao Zhengdao: "Of course, the Central Plains is near, don't you all come from the Central Plains, who has ever heard that someone can come from the sun?" ”

"Central Plains...."Gong Qingshan stretched out his head, looked at the eternal sun in the desert, and then looked at Zhao Zheng: "Then why, raise your eyes to see the sun, but not see the Central Plains homeland?" ”

A sentence that had been accumulated in his heart for fifty years was spit out, and after this moment, Gong Qingshan became even more old, and his waist was stiff

Zhao Zheng hurriedly said: "Don't worry, after a while, the twelve guards of the Great Cadre will drive the Meng people away, and you, the old pawns behind you, can all see the homeland of the Central Plains!" You can also go to Luoyi to see the lights! ”

The last time I came, my cultivation was not enough, I couldn't enter the mountains, and I couldn't do it, and I couldn't fight a war, and I couldn't beat people.

Now it's different.

"By the way, Luoyi, the former capital of the North Starling, is now the capital of the Great Qianguo, and all the good-looking and fun things have been left, you must be familiar with it!"

"Really?"

"Yes, when the time comes, I'll send you home!"

"Home?"

Gong Qingshan's whole person is like an elderly Parkinson's.

Going home is simple, ordinary people may have to say two words several times a day, which are forbidden words for the three thousand white-haired soldiers in Shengle City.

"Let's not talk about this matter first, the general will follow me into the city first, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, don't break the tradition."

Gong Qingshan knew that in the current state of a soldier, he rashly proposed to go home, I was afraid that he would be overjoyed... Shoot.

If you get too excited, or think too much, it's really going to die.

After all, these people are old, and their lifespan is about the same, and they have been supported by one breath for the past fifty years.

Gotta take your time.

Zhao Zheng was stunned, Chinese New Year's Eve, this is really....

"How many Chinese New Year's Eve festivals are there in Shengle City?"

Gong Qingshan smiled with a wrinkled face: "Two or three, depending on the mood, the tradition cannot be lost, and the New Year Festival is lively!" ”

Zhao Zheng understood that the soldiers and people in this lonely city were using the festival to fade away the negative emotions in their hearts.

is using the Han tradition to tell himself that although they are in the desert, they are not the same as Mengren Hu'er.

The lights in Shengle City are colorful, and the lonely city is also a little lively.

Zhao Zheng even has a familiar feeling, because the lanterns and colored knots are the same as in the palace, they are old things that are used repeatedly, relatives!

"It's this patching effort, the heat is not enough, and the stitches are too dense."

After turning around, Zhao Zheng had mixed feelings in his heart, and said:

"General, I still have some things to discuss, let's go to the house."